When I think about, all that I have done.And I think about, all the way I’ve come.I’m glad I got some pictures, if it’s only some.So I can remember, just where I come from.

(Chorus) Pictures they remind us, things that we have seen.They take us back in time, to special memories.There’s more to the story, we can see.Pictures they remind us, the way it use to be.

I got some pictures of me, when I was a baby.I got pictures when I was little, climbing up a tree.I got pictures from high school, acting all crazy. I got pictures of me, that I like to see.(To Chorus)

My dad’s got pictures, of his war story.Of the airplanes and men, that flew into history.The pictures tell a story, anyone can see.How they gave there lives, so we could be free.(To Chorus)

Everyone has a story, something they can tell.If you got some pictures, you ought to treat them well.So you can share your story, so other’s can see.That you got a picture, the way it use to be… (To Chorus)

People use to come around,and party all the time.I don’t think they really cared,if we was doing fine.They just needed somewhere,to cut up and unwind.And we were always there,to show them a good time.

There use to be a time,they almost formed a line. We didn’t have enough room, for everyone at the same time.Parking on the front lawn,and the neighbors they were spying.Then the cop’s would show up,and we would all be crying.

(Chorus) The part’s over, And I’m sober.Let’s do something, just us two. (2x)

They sat drinks on my speakers,someone broke my favorite glass. Complained about my music,then made me listen to rap.Let my dog’s out of the gate,dropped cigarettes on the floor.Told me what fun it was,and we should probably do it more.

And now the party’s over,no one comes around any more.I guess it’s cause I’m older,and don’t go to the bar anymore.But I still like to have fun,play guitar all night long.singing songs for my wife,and my three dogs.

When I was a kid I remember,running down the street.Looking up at the rooftops,all the antennas I would see.But now the roofs are bare,no antennas do I see.Everybody went out and got, cable TV.

When my dad got cable TV,every channel was clear to see. we even had more channels,than we did with regular TV.Just a few dollars a month,for us a luxury.The future came to our street,and every one agreed. (but I’m goanna…)

Well I guess TV’s come full circle,all the stations come in clear.And I don’t need two hundred channels,to find out I don’t care.I could put it off with a DVR, but I’d have to watch it eventually. I think that just a few channels,will satisfy me.

Their broadcasting HD TV for free,that something I can hardly believe.It’s time I make a switch,and get rid of what I don’t need.My wife said we watch to much TV,and I have to agree.I think it’s a no brainer,it’s antenna time for me! (To Chorus)

I still got record’s up on a shelf.And I listen to them,all by my self.Technology got everyone, hooked on TV, but I liked records ever since I was three.Uh huh, O ya, Records.

I like the sound the needle makes,when it drops.And the dragging sound it makes,until it stops.The clicks and pop’s I, think that there great.records really, take the cake.Uh huh, O ya, Records.

(Chorus)My records I can’t, throw away.Even though they get more obsolete, every day.There might be one that I, want to play.My records I can’t, throw away.

When I find a record that’s,all scratched up.It’s probably cause we played it, non stop.watch it going round and round and round,It was something that went with the sound.Uh huh, O ya, Records.

Some people thought the album cover,was the best.My favorite was the girl with wipe cream,on her chest.Sometimes a big poster would be inside,O la la had eyes that moved from side to side. Uh huh, O ya, Records.(To Chorus)

It’s been a wile,since I’ve really smiled.It’s been a long time,I laughed until I cried.I’d like to do it again,don’t know when I can fit it in.But if I bust a gut, I hope it ain’t over much.

Sometimes I get so serious, I feel delirious. The pressures of each day,sometimes they like to stay.I’m trying to lighten it up,I just can’t find my cup.there I go again,It ought to work out in the end.

(Chorus) I guess that’s just the way, things are for today.I guess that’s just the way,that it is. (2x)

Well just the other day,I must of been in someone’s way.I was walking to work,and he called me a F – ing jerk.He didn’t want to share the drive,and gave me the evil eye.I think he’d like to run me over,for being off the shoulder.

There never seems to be,a shortage of people that are mean.If Jesus don’t come back,there’s bound to be a nuclear attack.All I can do is try,to look on the bright side.The meaner people are,the nicer I am by far.(To Chorus)